Jude had finished taking a shower and he stepped out of the bathroom, wielding himself at Agnes conspicuously.
Agnes, in as much as she had asked herself to be careful so that Jude did not coax her into doing something unplanned, could not take her eyes off his body.
Jude, on the other hand, knew that he could dominate and subdue Agnes into wanting him, but the fact that he wanted her to have a natural desire for him, made him stall.
Who was this girl, Agnes? Why was she so full of herself not to be head over heels for him?
Each female that he came across wanted him, yet he was naked before Agnes and she was still subtly rejecting his advances.
The thought of it made Jude grit his teeth.
He had come over to the bed, hovering over Agnes as he tried to sort himself out.
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